frightfiction Chapter 930 A Yao was sent to the nunnery
Chapter 930 A Yao was sent to the nunnery
"What kind of person do you want to marry in the future?" Feng Jiaojiao's eyes moved, and she deliberately dragged out the ending tone. Her gaze swept over Mingrong before turning to her sisters-in-law.
Her slender fingers gently fiddled with the edge of the teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. Jing Chunxi followed her gaze and saw Mingrong lowering her head to smooth out the wrinkles on her skirt. He immediately understood that Feng Jiaojiao's question was probably about Li Ziwen.
"I want to marry a prince charming who can travel the world with me, see the beautiful scenery of Daqing, take me to see the desert grasslands, and the lonely smoke in the Gobi Desert." Mingzhu stood up suddenly, stretching her arms as if to embrace the world, with a longing light in her eyes.
She was wearing a goose yellow skirt today, and the golden hairpins in her hair jingled with every movement. She looked as lively as the first blooming winter jasmine flowers on the branches.
"Then you should just marry a savage. A barbarian from another tribe is most suitable for you. Maybe he's a sturdy, black-faced man." Sister Jin covered half of her face with a handkerchief, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
Sister Yan nearly choked on her tea when she heard this, and hurriedly covered her smiling face with her sleeve. Xiaoyu also smiled, not quite understanding what was going on.
All the girls in the room burst into laughter, and even the birds perched outside the window were startled and flew away.
"So what? I'm too lazy to tell you." Mingzhu stamped her feet angrily and scurried over to sit next to her sister-in-law like a cat with its fur standing on end. She raised her chin towards Jin Jie'er, who was a bit behind the times, and proudly took the seat closest to the dessert plates.
"Where's Mingrong? You're the oldest, tell me." Feng Jiaojiao gently pushed the peeled almonds over, her voice soft and slow. Suddenly, all the laughter stopped, and seven or eight eyes fell on the always quiet girl. The light from the window frame reflected on her moon-white clothes, like a few fragile magnolia petals.
Jing Chunxi quietly clenched her sleeves. From the scattered conversations of Jin Jie'er and the others these days, she had pieced together a contradiction in her cousin's nature. She clearly saved her monthly salary to buy study supplies and small items like clay and sugar figurines, sending them home. Yet, when Wu Tou brought his younger siblings to pay their respects to the old lady, she would hide behind a screen, even when the children stood on tiptoe to peer, never revealing herself, and even if they saw her, she would remain silent.
"I said I don't want to get married. I'll stay by my great-aunt's side and serve her for the rest of my life." Mingrong lowered her eyes, her fingertips rubbing the rim of the celadon cup. Her voice was as calm as a frozen lake, not even her breathing was disturbed, but Jing Chunxi saw deep marks on the fabric of her skirt at her knees from being gripped.
Feng Jiaojiao and Jing Chunxi exchanged worried glances. The former sighed softly, "But the old lady certainly doesn't think so." She reached out to touch the back of Mingrong's hand, but was subtly avoided. "She always said she wanted to see that you all had a good ending."
"That's right!" Jing Chunxi quickly replied, his voice soft. "Grandmother told Mother a few days ago that she wanted to find you a caring and considerate man. She always hoped that you would be surrounded by children and grandchildren in the future, and that someone would leave a light on for you at night."
"Mingrong doesn't want to go anywhere!" She suddenly looked up, her eyes flushed with rouge. After she said this, she realized that it was impolite and inappropriate, and hurriedly lowered her head again, as if grass sprouts could grow in the cracks of the blue bricks.
"What if the old lady insists on arranging a marriage for you?" Feng Jiaojiao leaned forward, her gilded armor making a soft sound on the table. She saw Mingrong's thin shoulders tremble slightly, like butterfly wings blown by the wind.
"Great-aunt, Great-aunt, you certainly won't." Mingrong's voice suddenly grew weak, like a broken icicle from melting snow. She hurriedly pressed a handkerchief against the corner of her eye, and the white silk immediately became damp with a small, wet stain.
"Okay, okay, sister-in-law won't ask anymore." Seeing this, Feng Jiaojiao slowed down her tone and patted Yan Jie'er beside her.
The little girl was leaning on the edge of the table, listening intently. Suddenly, her name was called. She straightened her back and said crisply, "Sister Yan, I will listen to my grandmother and stepmother. They will make plans for me." After she finished speaking, she nodded solemnly, and the silver bells on her bun jingled.
"Hahaha! How old are you?" Jin Jie'er laughed so hard she fell backwards, pointing at the tip of her nose and saying, "The other day you stole some candy and knocked out your baby teeth, and today you're acting like a grown-up!"
Jing Chunxi looked at them making a mess, and suddenly slapped her forehead and said, "Hey, I always forget to ask you every time I come here." She moved closer to Jin Jie'er and lowered her voice, "What's wrong with A Yao now? She's not always locked up, is she?" Before she finished speaking, she noticed that the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and even Mingzhu, who was chewing the cake, slowed down her movements.
"Don't mention her." Sister Jin suddenly threw away the mauve shawl, as if to sweep away something dirty. "She just came out of the ancestral hall and she's talking nonsense again."
She tugged at Jing Chunxi's sleeve and gritted her teeth, "Do you know what she said?" A sharp arc flashed across the corners of her eyes as she continued with rapid-fire rhetoric, "She actually said something so outrageous, saying that you, sister, are already the Crown Princess and will definitely be the Empress in the future. Why not let her take the position of Concubine in the Eastern Palace to help you relieve your worries and work?"
This was overheard by the little girl beside my aunt, who immediately reported it to my grandparents. Now she has been sent to a nunnery and is afraid she will never come back."
"She really never changes despite repeated warnings." Jing Chunxi let go of the wrinkled handkerchief in a daze, feeling a chill in his heart.
They were born from the same roots and were both raised in Qingshan Villa. They received the same teachings from the teachers. Her family treated her well and she was not even of marriageable age yet. Why did it come to this?
She remembered the last time A Yao stopped her in the garden to ask for the palace flowers, there was such a eager look in her eyes. She didn't expect that she would be so crazy.
"If she had any brains, she shouldn't have said it out loud even if she dared to think it!" Jin Jieer grabbed a piece of lotus cake and bit it hard, not even bothering to wipe the sugar residue from the corner of her lips. "I used to think she was just picky and stubborn, but who knew she was such a fool jumping into a fire pit!"
"This is a good way to deal with it." Feng Jiaojiao gently stroked the back of Jing Chunxi's hand, her eyes filled with relief. "If we really let her do whatever she wants, I'm afraid it will bring trouble to the reputation of all the girls in the mansion."
She turned around and looked at the sisters in the room, her tone suddenly softening, "You are all good people, and my sister-in-law has noticed it during this period of time."
The last sentence was spoken softly and slowly, like a spring breeze blowing across the newly blossomed peach branches. The little girls immediately became bright and their postures relaxed a little.